[Hook]
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[Hook]
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When you down the people kick you
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When you walk the bitches lick you
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Chill dogs, don't wanna have to Michael Vick you
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Stash the work inside the asshole of a pit bull
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This getting money shit is simple
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[Verse 1]
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I got my hair like Mike Jack's glove, lungs filled with bud
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Gold bullets in the snub, old and Jewish on the rug
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Young and Spanish on my bits, quick to vanish on the pricks
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In the drop six cockpit, hammers getting lift
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Bite beef that was aged inside the basement
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Smoke a floral arrangement baby I'm dangerous
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The silver soup spoon is gracious
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Place it on your tongue and taste it
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Numb your face like the bass did
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Cash we slidin' in they always call me safe kid
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Blue pride, blue drop like a spaceship
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Who's hot, you not, you just basic
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Lace you up like my favorite pair of Asics
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Winter time switch the climate warmer
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Also change the type of music that I'm rhyming over
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My bitch thick like John Lovitz
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Pure version blooded blonds with the guard covers
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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It got me rhyming in French
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Long removed from climbing the fence
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Dipping cops, getting high on the bench
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Iron defense, briefcase handcuffed, stand up
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M5 flying like a tan duck
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Tandoori half-moons in my haircut
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Serving work to Danny Tanner
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Smooth percussion, coke inside the pans just like a muffin
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Enjoying puffing at the luncheon, shit
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Behind the back pass Arvydas Sabonis
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Rare intelligence you know I'm smoking weed in diplomas
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Catch a case, post bail, then I flee to Tacoma
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Come back, new face, 103 and Corona
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Jackson Heights plastic surgery
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Colombian rooftop, botch attempts at the burglary
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Got my eyes open certainly
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Allow me to go exotic on the curtains G
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[Hook]
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Mike Vick
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Action Bronson & The Alchemist |